The One with the 25th Birthday

Few years ago, I celebrated by my birthday with a lunch out, a trip to a bookstore and spent the afternoon reading my new haul of kiko machine comics. 

Today was one of those quiet celebrations. 

Last night, before I went to bed I had praise and worship in the dark. Singing along my favorite hymns. During my quiet time I asked the Lord of two things for my birthday. Good Health because the 24 year old self was very sickly. From countless tonsilitis, sprained ankle with torn ligamemt to mild pneumonia and to top it off a bad case of allergies from a week ago. I also asked to restore to me the joy of His salvation.

I was supposed to spent the day with my cousin, watch a movie and eat potato corner fries. That’s all I wished for today but my dad asked me to reschedule and stay home instead because he will be going to the farm. 

I spent my birthday at home re-watching some of my favorite movies and reading one of my new book. 

Today was one of those quiet celebrations and I’m happy and content. 

I heard my dad on the phone after dinner talking to my mom who’s in Bataan right now. He sound disappointed that I wasn’t able to go out and watch a movie for my birthday. 

It moved me. 

It breaks my earthly father’s heart to withhold something from me for it brings him joy to give and do things (he fixed my old laptop yesterday) for me. 

How much more the desire of my heavenly Father to give me the best things in life. How many times have I broken his heart when I traded His love and good gifts for my pride. 

Today was one of those celebrations of God’s faithfulness.

His grace still overwhelms me and it still leaves me in awe of his mercy. twenty five years. God has been with me for twenty five years. He saw right through me and held me for twenty. five. years. and he still redeems me day by day.
Thank you Jesus for my 25th.

I’m grateful, not because I’m overwhelmed but because I know that I am held. I’m grateful, not for what I’m walking through but because I know it leads to You.

– Hawk Nelson, I’d Never Know


The One with The Cebu Homecoming 

Last weekend, I flew to Cebu. What a jampacked weekend. The moment the plane landed it was one thing after the other. 


Went directly to the church office nakigulo sa pag design ni Jeriboi ng youth camp poster, had a prenup shoot for #McdoWedding, dinner at yakski and spent quality time tambay sa office. Went home at 2:00 am. 

Went to church in time for the launch and fund raising after the 7:30 service. Went to SM seaside straight from Jmall Service to attend an awarding ceremony and shoot Baby Ayah. Spent nearly 2 hrs at MyBus. Back at church. Dinner at Dimsum.

What a weekend it was. The moment we arrived at abaca for the last night bonding all I want to do was sleep. 

It. was. so. tiring.

But oh boy, my love tank’s full. 

With all the happenings, the catching ups, the shoots, the conversations about lost fires, defeats, things I missed and victories. Of talks about thesis and ministry and Amelia. 

In the middle of all the laughter and smiles and countless warm thight hugs and I miss yous. I am reminded that in the midst of these tired and restless but hopeful and joyful souls, I will always have a home.

On my last few hours with them, I observed them studying and going on with life. I can feel the familiar ache seeping into my heart. The ache of longing for home and I am reminded of the switchfoot lyrics that claims that we don’t belong here and that we will carry a cross and a song where we don’t belong and we’re gonna set sight and set sail for the kingdom come and just like that this feeling of longing to be together is washed off with the feeling of peace and hope for the future.

I miss you mga mem, Got your backs from miles away, ’til the next welcome home.

The One with the Power Sprayer

Last night I asked my mom to wake me up early so I can exercise. I woke up at 6 am grab a basketball and start shooting hoops.

After 20 minutes. I gave up kasi madulas yung court puno ng lumot dahil di na nagagamit these past months.

Instead na mag basketball nagdilig nalang ako ng mga halaman.

Lumabas ako ng hapon para mag basketball sana but I found my dad cleaning the court with a power sprayer. He asked me to shovel some mini canals for the water to drain and sweep as he goes on spraying the cement with pressurized water.

It was messy and in the process I got messy too. Sprayed on with moss, mud and everything in between.

We were trying to clean layers and layers of grime from the floor of the courts. I almost forgot the color of the cement underneath.

In the middle of it all I saw my dad determined to clean the court. Maybe because he doesn’t want me to slip when playing basketball or maybe just so I wouldn’t have a reason not to work out. Either way he went the extra mile to clean the basketball court when he could just go on sa pagdidilig ng nga halaman nya.

My dad is a farmer, not afraid to get his hands dirty. He is also a mechanic, not afraid to get grease on his hand. He’s not afraid of the mess. Even if sometimes that mess includes me. He is a farmer and he cultivates me.

Thank you daddy, for I know that I have someone in my corner willing to scrape off layers of grime with me and doesn’t mind being messy in the process.

The One with the Premiere 

This afternoon our short film, Kaloy-I was  shown in the big screen for Mindanao Film Festival 2017.

Grabe iba pa rin pala talaga pag sa sinehan parang nakaka add sa pagiging legit and the whole time nasa isip ko. Grabe! If I would have listen to the voice in my head two years ago, the voice that whispers:  coward, failure and weak I wouldn’t be able to whisper back today: thank you, grace, joy.

As I stare at the screen and marvel at our hardwork. I saw God’s faithfulness and redeeming love. I saw promises fulfilled and I saw hope. I saw new beginnings and I finally have a glimpse of what I want to be. I also saw na mali yung font size na ginamit ko sa subtitle.

The One with Ctrl + S

So, I forgot to save the file I was working on this afternoon. It’s a web design for our 1st exam on interactive media. Just when you thought thay years of lay-out and editing would make me learn my lesson of pressing ctrl + s as you go along. 
Phlegmatic that I am I didn’t mind losing the file. First, the deadline’s on friday and I still have a lot of time to make  a new one and second, Kuya Aron Wright is…right. “you always build it better the second time around”.
Ctrl + S.
The idea of pressing ctrl + s as you go along with your work is done with the purpose  of retrieval: to reclaim or redeem something in case it get lost.
I can’t help but think of my need to be redeemed, reclaimed and retrieved every single day of my life. 
It easy to forget. 
When life goes on its course and you are forced to run along with it. It’s easy to rush into the race and forget a lot of things. Its easy to get lost in the middle of it all. 
I worked on my exam today to save time. How often do I rush to finish something quickly so I can move on to other tasks. How often do I jump from one project to another and making sure I get to finish it earliest as possible thinking it would save me time and energy. 
I make an effort to save time, energy and money but often times forget the important hings that need a lot of ctrl + s.
I can’t help but think of my need to be redeemed, reclaimed and retrieved every single day of my life. 
It easy to forget.